'What are you..." I started, shocked. She shushed me with her lips on mine. We sat like that, kissing passionately. Her hands had not made it to my br...easts yet; I think she was testing my boundaries, seeing that we were in public. After a few minutes of this, we heard a car slow down and yelling. We turned to see a couple of guys driving home with one passed out in the passengers seat. They kept yelling. "Come on!" "Keep kissing!" "Feel her up or something!" I wanted to run away. Leila didn't.. I thought about my life here with my women and Mary. I knew that I was happier here than I would be anywhere else; even with the trouble from the import company.I did my exercises and ate just like I was supposed to, because I knew Dawn would ask about it. My exercises didn't hurt like they used to anymore, and my muscles were getting back to more like normal. I even tried a little dancing. I wouldn't be good for hours, yet, but I would be good for a few dances with my women tonight.I was. Take Greg for instance, he was my first, I was 17 and he was 21. He took his time and it was about 6 weeks before we actually made love in the back of his small van, though we had fooled around a bit before that starting with just kissing and him rubbing my tits through my jumper, to hands inside of jumper feeling my tits, it made me feel excited and wanting more. One night he put my hand on the front of his trousers, and I could feel the size of his erect cock through the denim, by this time I. While I was washing his dick and stroking it slowly with soap, he dropped a bombshell on me. “I’m leaving my wife and I want to be with you.” He said. I was shocked, but I kept stroking him, staring at his freakishly huge penis. “Are you sure baby?” I asked, turning around and bending slightly at the waste, my ass pointing toward him as I guided his lathered up prick toward my ass. He pushed forward and slid slowly into my rectum, easily penetrating my more than capable asshole. He stroked me.